Guilt. Whose howl's his watch) thus with his stealthy pace, Like Tarquin's ravishing strides, toward his design Moves like a ghost-Thou sound and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for The very stones should prate of royal blood LVI. AFFECTION. JOY. FEAR OF OF FENDING. GRATITUDE. A Speech of ADAM to EVE. (Milt. PARAD. Loss. B. IV. 1. 411. Tenderness. SOLE partner, and sole part of all these joys, Awe. Pity. As liberal and free, as infinite; Gratitude. That rais'd us from the dust, and plac'd us herè Have nothing merited, nor can perform Apprehens. So near grows death to life; whate'er death is; Some dreadful thing no doubt; for well thou know'st God hath pronounc'd it death to taste that tree, Gratitude. Among so many signs of pow'r and rule Over all other creatures, that possess Earth air, and sea. Then let us not think hard Free leave so large to all things else, and choice But let us ever praise him, and extol His bounty, following our delightful task To prune these growing plants, and 'tend these flowers, Which, were it toilsome, yet with thee-were sweet. LVII. INTERCESSION. OBSTINACY. CRUEL-- Interesting scene from Shakespeare's Merchant of DUKE, SHYLOCK, ANTONIO, BASSANIO, POR- - Duke.MAKE Pity. Joy. LAKE room, and let him stand before Authority. Shylock, the world thinks, and I think so too, (1) See the note, page 155 Pleading.. Pity. Pleading. Pity. Obstinacy. That have of late brought down such ruin on Enough to make a royal merchant, bankrupt. Shyl, I have possess'd your grace of what I Hypocrify. (2) And by our holy sabbath have I sworn 1 Cruelty. Malice. Upon your charter, and your city's freedomYou'll ask, me, why I rather chuse to have A weight of carrion flesh, than to receive Obftinacy, Three thousand ducats ? I'll not answer that ; But, say it is my humour; Is it answered ? Obftinacy. What if my house be troubled with a rat, Malice. And I be pleas'd to give ten thousand ducats, man, T'excuse the current of thy cruelty. Shyl. I am not bound to please thee with my answer. Antonio. I pray you, think, you question with You may as well go stand upon the beach, Bass. For thy three thousand ducats, here are Shyl. If ev'ry ducat in six thousand ducats Shyl. What judgment shall I dread, doing no wrong. The pound of flesh, which I demand of him, [Enter Portia, disguised like a Doct. of Laws.] Duke. Give me your hand. You come from Welcoming learn'd Bellario? Portia. I do, my Duke. You're welcome: take your place. Are you acqainted with the cause in question.? Question. Portia. I am informed thoroughly of the case. Answer. Which is the merchant here? and which the Question. Jew? Duke. Antonio and Shylock; both stand forth. Authority. Port. [To Shylock.] Is your name Shylock? Question. Shyl. Shylock is my name. Obftinacy. Port. [To Antonio.] You are obnoxious to Question. him, are you not? Ant. Ay, so he says. Port. Do you confess the bond? Ant. I do. Port, Then must the Jew be merciful. Deject. Question. Deject. Intreat. Shyl. On what compulsion must I? Tell me Obftinacy. that. Pleasure. Port. The quality of mercy is not strained. Advising. It droppeth as the gentle rain from Heav'n Upon the happy soil. It is twice blest, In him, who gives it; and in him, who takes. And earthly pow'r shews likest to divine, Reverence, When mercy seasons justice. Therefore, Jew, Adviling. Tho' justice be thy plea, consider this, That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation. We do pray for mercy, The deeds of mercy. Shyl. My deeds upon my head! 'And that same pray'r doth teach us all to render I crave the legal forfeit of my bond. Serious Reflection. Obftinacy. Bass. For once I beg the court to bend the law Intreat. To equity. "Tis worth a little wrong To curb this cruel devil of his will. Port. It must not be. There is no pow'r in Forbickling, Applaufe. Curiofity. Hypocrify. Declam. Advis. Obftinacy. Dejection. Paffing Thirst of Blood. Question. Anfwer. Interces. Cruelty. Can alter a decree established. 'Twill be recorded for a precedent, And many an error, by the same example, Shyl. A Daniel come to judgment! Yea, Owise young judge! How do I honor thee! Port. Shylock!-there's thrice thy money Shyl. An oath! An oath! I have an oath Shall I lay perjury upon my soul? Port. (1) Why, this bond is forfeit, Anton. Most heartily I do beseech the court Port. Why then, thus it is; You must prepare your bosom for this knife. So saith the bond; doth it not, noble judge? Shyl. I have them ready. Port. Have here a surgeon, Shylock, at your To stop his wounds, least he should bleed to death. (1) Portia fpeaks all, to "Stop him, guards," without looking off the bond. |